Psalms 119

Psalm 119 (2 of 7)

1 OH that the Lord would guide my ways To keep His statutes still!

Oh that my God would grant me grace To know and do His will!

2 Oh send Thy Spirit down, to write Thy law upon ray heart! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit. Nor act the liar's part.

3 From vanity turn off my eyes;

Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires arise Within this soul of mine.

4 Order ray footsteps by Thy word, And make my heart sincere;

Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear.

5 My soul hath gone too far astray, My feet too often slip;

Yet since I've not forgot Thy way Restore Thy wandering sheep.

6 Make me to walk in Thy commands, 'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God.

Isaac Watts, 1719

Psalm 119 (3 of 7)

1 MY soul lies cleaving to the dust;

Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust, Turn oft these eyes of mine.

2 I need the influence of Thy grace To speed me in Thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race Or turn my feet astray.

3 When sore afflictions press me down, I need Thy quickening powers;

Thy word that I have rested on Shall help my heaviest hours.

4 Are not Thy mercies sovereign still, And Thou a faithful God?

Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road?

5 Does not my heart Thy precepts love, And long to see Thy face? And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace!

6 Then shall Hove Thy gospel more, And ne'er forget Thy word, When I have felt its quickening power To draw me near the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 119 (4 of 7)

1 MY soul lies grovelling low, Still cleaving to the dust:

Thy quickening grace, O Lord, bestow, For in Thy word I trust.

2 Make me to understand Thy precepts and Thy will;

Thy wondrous works on every hand, I'll sing and talk of still.

3 My soul, oppress'd with grief, In heaviness melts down;

Oh strengthen me and send relief, And Thou shalt wear the crown.

4 Remove from me the voice Of falsehood and deceit; The way of truth is now my choice, Thy word to me is sweet.

5 Thy testimony stands, And never can depart;

I'll run the way of Thy commands If Thou enlarge my heart.

Joseph Irons, 1847.